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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction.   One  thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in  your comments.  It gives me a better idea who
my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy the story.

	           -SANDY-
		  Part Two
                      	By Ann Douglas


	It was almost noon when Sandy woke the
next day.  She hadn't gotten home until almost 3
AM.  The whole experience last night seemed like a
dream.  It was only the small white card sitting atop
a pair of stained panties on her night table that
testified to the events actually having happened. 
Still that was yesterday, and she had the little matter
of straightening out her relationship with Peter to
attend to today.  Jumping out of bed, she jumped
into the shower and washed the remnants of last
nights adventure down the drain. She would have to
hurry if she wanted to make her one o'clock
appointment at the beauty salon.  Thankfully she had
scheduled it a week ago, before the fighting with
Peter had begun. Sitting in her closet was a new
dress she'd been saving for a special occasion.  Peter
was going to get it both barrels tonight.
	Just making her appointment, Sandy let her
mind drift as the beautician performed her magic. 
She had every facet of tonight's date planned.  By
the end of the night, Peter would be on his knees
apologizing.  The thought of Peter on his knees gave
her another idea.  One of her girlfriends had told her
about a special service that was offered at this
particular salon.  You wouldn't find it posted on any
of the walls, but if you asked, it was available.
	"My girlfriend Judy mentioned a special
service you have here.  A special kind of cut." 
Sandy softly asked of the beautician who's name tag
read Lucy.
	"Why yes, its one of our most popular cuts." 
Lucy replied. If you like, we can take care of it as
soon as we're done out here."
	Twenty minutes later, Sandy found herself in
the back room propped up on a table much like that
used by her gynecologist, right down to the stirrups.
Sitting on a stool between her legs was Lucy, who
was carefully using a small pair of scissors and a
straight razor to trim her pubic hair. By the time she
was finished, the large blonde bush hairs were now
only an eight of an inch in length and had been
crafted into the shape of a heart.  Peter had been
reluctant to going down on her before, but after she
was finished with him tonight, he'd be more than
happy with the proper instruction on the way to her
heart.
	After the Beauty Salon, Sandy made a stop
at a nearby Lingerie Store and bought the sexiest bra
and panty set she could find.  In her mind's eye she
could just see herself standing before Peter in them.
	"Face it, Sandy. She said to herself. "The
man doesn't stand a chance."
	A few more stops at the grocery , the video
store and the dry cleaners brought an end to Sandy's
errands. Returning to apartment about 5:30, she
took a second shower to wash away the days sweat. 
Even with the early morning rain, the temperature
still hovered in the mid-eighties.
	  Taking her time in the cool embrace of the
shower, Sandy couldn't help but caress herself.  She
was so horny.  One hand played with her small 34
inch breasts while the other carefully stroked her
newly trimmed pussy.  How different Jasmine touch
had been.  Both different and exciting.  A large share 
of what made it so exciting was that for the most
part it had been unplanned and out of her control.
Never could she have planned to have had a sexual
encounter with another woman, she just didn't have
the nerve.  Yet like any kind of sex, she had always
been told that once you tried something the first
time, it was always easier to try it a second.
	The rush of the water in her ears was so loud
that she hadn't heard the phone ring the first few
times. As she shut off the water she heard the last
ring before it was picked up by the answering
machine.  Her first impulse was to race and pick it
up before the caller hung up. After all, it might be
Peter.  Then the image of her running naked through
the apartment only to find a dial tone when she got
there filled her mind. No, let the machine answer it,
that's what it was there for.  She's call back whoever
it was when she finished with her toilet.
	Once dry, Sandy spent the next twenty
minutes finishing up. Her teeth were as white as
after a trip to the dentist.  Her breath, minty as
Proctor and Gamble could make it.  A careful
application of her favorite perfume in all the right
places completed the ritual.  She was ready.
	Donning the newly purchased bra and
panties, Sandy took a long look at herself in the
bathroom doors full length mirror. Her reflection
returned her smile as she struck a pose.
	"Sandy dear,"  She said to herself proudly.
"There's no denying it. You are a babe!"
	Exiting back into the living room, she noted
that it was already 6:40.  That gave her almost an
hour before Peter would be by to pick her up. Plenty
of time. 
	The flashing light on the answering machine
caught her attention as she headed for the closest for
her new dress. In her self admiration she had almost
forgotten about the shower call.
	Dropping down onto the plush love seat, she
hit the play button and sat back. As she listened to
the message, her face turned a bright crimson and
her expression went from satisfaction to outrage.
	"Hi Sandy,"  Began the recorded voice of
Peter Ryan. "I realize that this is really short notice
but I'm afraid that I won't be there tonight.  I tried
calling you earlier but got the machine and really
wanted to tell you myself.  As soon as you can give
me a call, there's something we have to discuss."
	"That lousy bastard!"  Sandy exclaimed as
she grabbed the phone and hit the autodial button
for Peter's number.  "Who the fuck does he think he
is?"
	The phone rang once, twice, a third time and
with each ring Sandy's anger grew. She was about to
hang up when she heard a receiver being picked up
on the other end.
	"Hello?" Said a soft feminine voice. 
	"Hello?"  Sandy replied, her anger
momentarily replaced by confusion.  Had she gotten
a wrong number? That had never happened before
using the autodial.
	"Can I help you?" Asked the unidentified
woman.
	"Is Peter there?"  Sandy asked, sure that she
must've been connected to the wrong party.
	"Oh, he's .....I mean, hold on a minute will
you."
	Silence filled the receiver for a second or
two, then she could hear two voices talking on the
other end. Neither was clear enough to understand. 
	"Sandy?"  Asked the suddenly loud and clear
voice of Peter Ryan.
	Count to a hundred before you answer in
anger, Sandy's mother had always told her.  This
time it was too late, she was already up to two
hundred.
	"Who the fuck was that....the new maid?" 
Sandy thundered.
	"Oh shit, Sandy."  He replied. "I really
wanted to handle this differently."
	"Handle what differently?"  She said in an
exceedingly hostile tone.  
	"Well there's no easy way for me  to say this,
especially at this point."  Peter continued, trying to
ignore her anger. "So I guess I just have to say that
its not going to work out between us.  I'm sorry, but
that's the cold honest truth."
	"What?........"  Sandy stammered, suddenly
speechless.
	"I don't think there's anything more to say.
Again I'm sorry it couldn't have ended differently."
	Regaining her voice, Sandy was about to say
something when she heard a click and found herself
listening to a dead line.
	"That self centered little prick....."  She
shouted as she hit the redial. 
	After two rings, the answering machine
picked up.  If anything, the message just pushed her
further over the edge.
	"Hi, you've reached the home of Peter Ryan
and Madeline Jakes.....We can't answer your call
right now, but leave a message after the beep and
we'll be back to you as soon as possible."
	As the message finished, Sandy remembered
the name Madeline Jakes.  She had been Peter's
girlfriend for over a year before he'd met her.  They
had broken up a month before Peter had attended
the Anderson Birthday Party. She had spent all that
time comforting him, and now that cow had moved
back in and was getting all the benefits.
	She was tempted to leave a message saying
just what she thought of the two of them, but then
just hung up after the beep. They'd simply hit the
delete button and never even pay attention to it.  By
tomorrow, she was sure they'd have a new number.


	For over an hour, Sandy sat there staring at
the phone in her lap.  The shadows in her apartment
grew longer as the light of the setting sun slowly
faded from her window.  With the coming of the
cool darkness, the temperature dropped a little more
and for the first time in almost ten days was almost
bearable.  A good thing too because the power surge
that had caused the blackout yesterday had knocked
out her buildings 220 line and along with it the air
conditioner.  The building manager had posted a
notice in the lobby that because of the heat wave, it
would be Monday  before it was fixed.  Sandy hadn't
really given it any notice before, figuring she would
be spending the night at Peter's condo.  Now she
would be stuck here with no AC.  At least since she
was on the fourth floor she could sleep with the
windows open.
	"Well no sense in sitting here crying."  Sandy
said outloud.  "Might as well make something to eat
and see what's on the cable."
	Heading into the kitchen, Sandy's calm lasted
all of ten seconds.  At least the pick could've broken
up with her during the week.  Then at least she
could've set up a date for tonight.  It didn't have to
be anyone special.  Just a guy she could have a few
laughs with and take care of her needs.  As her
anger subsided, she was reminded how horny she'd
been the last few weeks.
	"Maybe I'll punch up a movie on Spice." She
mused to herself.  That was the cable's soft core
movie channel.  Once in a while she liked a good
adult film.   They weren't as good as the hard core
videos she could rent near her office in Manhattan
but they sometimes would have to do.  
	A quick dinner followed, and soon she found
herself sitting on the loveseat with a pint of
Hagan-Daz between her legs.  Not exactly what she
had planned to have there by this time.  She had to
admit to herself, sitting in the dark, watching a 3rd
rate movie on HBO was a pretty pathetic Saturday
night for an attractive single twenty-five year old. 
	
	The movie was so boring that Sandy dozed
off for about an hour.  When she awoke, the clock
had just chimed 11:00.  Not having gotten up until
almost noon and having just had a nap, she knew it
was going to be next to impossible to get to sleep
anytime soon.  Well at least she could change into
something more comfortable.  
	Five minutes later she was back in the
blacked out living room dressed in just a  t shirt. It
was still too hot to wear anything more.  She was
about to turn the television on again when she
noticed some movement from the apartment across
from her that caught her attention.  Like her own
apartment, 4b had all its windows wide open due to
the lack of air conditioning. 
	 With all her lights off, Sandy was almost
invisible as she stood just a foot away from the
window and looked into the brightly lit studio
apartment less than ten yards away.  There, for the
second time in as many nights, Sandy was presented
with the sight of a woman performing the act of
fellatio.
	The apartment across the way belonged to
Linda DeCarlo, a divorcee in her mid-forties.  Sandy
had met her a few times, but had never had a
conversation longer than hello, how's it going and so
on. At the moment, Mrs. DeCarlo was stark naked
straddling an equally naked man atop a  pulled out
sofa bed.   Sandy watched with envy as the man's
long cock disappeared into Linda's eager mouth. 
Shifting her attention to her other end to get a better
look at the man, Sandy was disappointed to find his
face buried between Linda's legs.  Annoyed that she
couldn't see his face, and more importantly that he
wasn't over in her own apartment with his tongue
between her  legs like she had planned  Peter to be. 
	Watching the two of them go at it, coupled
with the memory of all the things she had planned
for Peter that night brought the familiar wetness
once more between her legs.  This time there was
nothing to prevent her from satisfying herself.  She 
spread her legs and slid her left hand between her
them.  Then with a firm motion, she began to slowly
stroke herself.  With her right hand she reached up
under her shirt and began to play with her nipples
which had already hardened to her touch.  After a
few minutes, she began to feel a nice warm glow
spreading out from her womanhood. It really wasn't
want she had wanted, but it was a lot better than
some stale movie.
	Finally satisfied that both of them were
lubricated and ready, the couple shifted positions
giving Sandy her first real good look at her live
entertainers.  Linda's body was no surprise, it was
exactly what she had expected it to be.  A woman in
her mid-forties, slightly overweight, not particularly 
attractive in Sandy's opinion. Her curly red hair
obviously came from a bottle.   In fact, her only
asset seamed to be a pair of very large and full
breasts.  They sagged somewhat, one of the reasons
Sandy had always preferred her own compact but
firm bust.  But many men liked large boobs as they
liked to refer to them.
	It was when the man came into view that
Sandy actually was surprised.  He had to be about
thirty two, a good ten years or better younger  than
Linda.  He wasn't a great looker, certainly not a
hunk like Peter, but still he wasn't someone Sandy
would've kicked out of her bed.  But the problem
was that he wasn't in her bed, he was in Linda's.
	Sandy's masturbation effort grew in intensity
as she watched Linda position herself on all fours
and the younger man situate himself behind her.  It
was lucky that they now presented a side view with
their gaze directed on the apartments side wall
because Sandy had so quickly become lost in her
self-pleasuring that she was no longer making any
attempt to hide herself.
	A sigh escaped Sandy's lips as she watched
the man take a firm grip on Linda's ass and enter her
gray tinged cunt from the rear. With powerful
strokes he began to thrust forward and back,
sending her slightly flabby body jerking in the
direction of each lunge.  If he hadn't maintained such
a firm grim on her legs, Sandy was sure he would've
sent Linda flying off the bed.  
	With both windows open, Sandy could hear
Linda calling out for him to go harder and faster, a
request he seemed more than happy to respond to.
Also in response, the blonde voyeur increased her
own ministrations, causing her fingers to rub against
her now soaked mound with an animalistic frenzy.  
	Her breath was coming in small gasps now
as her sweat covered body shook with anticipation. 
She was close, she knew it, but as much as she
wanted to climax she wanted to do it simultaneously
with the man across from her.  Oh she wanted to be
fucked so badly. If only she hadn't lost her overnight
bag on the flight to Boston last month. When she
had filled out the contents list for the Airline, she
couldn't bring herself to list the vibrator that had
been lost within it.  
	"Fuck me baby!"  She heard Linda call out.
"Fuck Mama good!"
	Linda's huge tits bounced back and forth
with each forward thrust as she slammed her bottom
against her lover's balls.  She was so deep in the
rapture of passion that she no longer cared who
heard her. Her orgasm overcame her with  another
potent thrust and she nearly screamed. He slammed
into her one last time and held her tightly as he filled
her with his hot seed.  
	Across the way, Sandy rammed nearly four
fingers deep into herself, triggering her own climatic
detonation. Her legs turned  weak beneath her as she
dropped against the wall for support.  It was rare
that she gushed, but her hand was covered with the
juices of her labors.  Cold sweat ran down her now
naked body and she had to concentrate on regaining
her breath. Staggering across the room, she dropped
into her padded love seat.
	Across the alleyway, Linda and her man had
collapsed upon each other. Both showed the effort
that had gone into their lovemaking.  A large mixed
pool of boy and girl cum stained the sheets and they
were both too exhausted to even break contact. 
Laying there totally drained, they held each other
and soon drifted off the sleep.   

	Sandy also felt exhausted, but sleep was still
denied her.  She had just had her second body
quaking orgasm in less than a day, but she still found
herself wanting.  As intense as watching the couple
across the way had been, it still didn't equal the
excitement she had felt at Jasmine's hand that
morning.  She needed a partner, someone to guide
her to what she was sure would be the most
incendiary eruption yet.  
	The idea of heading out to a local bar and
finding a man entered her mind for a few moments. 
Then it was quickly discarded, there was no
guarantee that the man would be the lover she
craved.  After all, look at how disappointing Peter at
been in bed at first. Nor could she simply call up any
of the other men she knew.  Some of them were
really great in bed whatever their other faults, but
she just couldn't let it be known that she had gone
begging for sex.
	Then the most outlandish idea of all popped
into her head. The card Jasmine had left with her.  A
few days ago, the concept of lesbian sex never really
entered her mind except as a fleeting thought.  Now
she realized that as much as she craved a hard cock
deep inside her, even that would pale when weighed
against the forbidden fruit she had only tasted this
morning.  She had always known she had a secret
submissive streak, but had never had a lover she
could let herself go with.  Too often it would spill
over into other aspects of the relationship.  Yet
during those few minutes in that dark corridor, she
had been able to totally give in, because the sex was
all there was.
	"Yes,"  She exclaimed as she jumped up with
excitement. "I'll do it."
	Running into the bedroom, she grabbed the
business card and reached for the phone extension.
Pausing a moment to pick up the pair of soiled
panties that sat beneath the card, she took a second
to smell the still pungent odor of  cum that clung to
them. The memory of the orgasm that produced it
flashed anew in her mind and she began to dial
without hesitation. She was now obsessed with the
idea.
	The blonde haired woman could feel her
heart beating as the phone rang for the third time. 
Glancing at the bedside clock she realized that it was
nearly 1:00 AM.  What if she wasn't there? The card
had said 24 hrs, but what if she was already out?  In
a way, Sandy felt cheated by the thought that she
might've been with someone else when she wanted
her so much.
	"Hi, you've reached the answering machine
of Jasmine."  Said the soft melodious voice that
abruptly replaced the ringing tone.  " I'm out right
now so if you care to leave a message, please do so
after the beep."
	"Damn!"  Thought Sandy. "I can't win
tonight."
	Waiting for the beep, Sandy started to
formulate a message to leave  but hesitated after a
few words.  What could she say.  The possibilities
flashed by in a second.
	"Hi, I don't know if you remember me, but
I'm the woman you finger fucked this morning...."
	But what if someone else had access to the
machine, someone who didn't know what she did for
a living.  What if she was married or something?
	Then the machine beeped and she had to say
something.  
	"Err....Hi Jasmine...This is Sandy......from
the Ferry...... I was just wondering....I mean....."
	"Hello,....Sandy!"  A live voice suddenly
replaced the tape machine.	
	"Jasmine?"  Sandy asked excitedly.  Just the
sound of her live voice was enough to send a tingle
between her legs.
	"I was hoping you'd call, Sandy."  She said. 
"I'd really like to finish what we started."
	Sandy couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Was it possible that Jasmine wanted her as much as
she wanted Jasmine?
	"I'd like that."  Sandy replied, suddenly not
believing that she was actually doing this.
	"Great, when would you like to come over?" 
Jasmine asked.
	"Well, I was kind of hoping you weren't busy
now." Sandy replied, certain that if Jasmine said that
they would have to wait until another time she
would loose her lust driven courage and chicken
out.
	"Well, I was expecting some company...." 
Jasmine said, letting the idea hang in the air for a
few seconds while she considered it.  "But, I'm
beginning to think he's going to be a no show.  Tell
you what, give me an hour to get it together and
come on over. "
	"It's not too late or anything is it?"  Sandy
interjected, her little fears rising and looking for a
way out of her impulsiveness.
	"No, of course not."  Jasmine replied. 
"We're both on night schedules, so this is like early
evening for both of us."
	Sandy agreed, sending her little fears back to
the recesses of her mind.  She quickly jotted down
the address Jasmine gave her, surprised that it was
only about ten minutes away.  She was about to end
the conversation when Jasmine asked one last
question.
	"Sandy,  you've seen me come home at night
and you know I really get into role playing.  Is their
anything special you'd like to let me know before
hand?"
	Sandy took a deep breath.  In for a penny, in
for a pound.  Over the phone, with a woman who
was still a complete stranger to her, Sandy began to
reveal her deepest fantasies.


	Fifty minutes later, Sandy pulled her old '88
Civic up to a private house in the Annadale section. 
The outside light was still on and the street was
deserted.  Not that there was usually a great deal of 
foot traffic in this residential area at this time of
night.  As she approached the front door, she could
hear the hum of the houses central air conditioning,
at least it would be cool inside. Her feet were cold
and her pussy hot as she reached for the bell. 
Hitting the chime three times as per her instructions,
she waited for an answer.
	It suddenly occurred to Sandy as she waited
that she had no idea what Jasmine actually looked
like. In the four times she had seen her on the Ferry,
she had always been made up as someone else.  
	The door suddenly opened and a soft voice
from behind it told her to step inside.  Stepping into
the alcove, she could look into the living room and
saw that is was decorated in  typical middle class
style.  She started to turn to get her first real look at
her hostess but the placement of a soft hand on her
shoulder prevented her from fully turning.  
	"Bedroom's right down the hall, make
yourself comfortable and I'll be right there."  Said
the voice.
	Following the instructions, she entered the
bedroom.  The room was decorated in pink and
white, the centerpiece of which was a large canopy
covered bed.  A pair of large double glass doors led
to a flower filled backyard.  Stepping up to the bed,
she ran her hand across the cool white metal  frame. 
She'd love to have a bedroom like this, but it really
wouldn't fit in her small apartment.
	"I hope you approve..."  came the voice from
behind Sandy.
	"It's lovely...."  She answered as she began to
slowly turn.  "I was just surprise to find your house
so decorated...I mean...."
	"That's ok,  The soft voice said. "You
expected to find an empty room with a mattress
tossed on the floor, the sort of thing you see in the
movies.  That's ok, there was a time that I worked in
a place not much different than that.  Of course
where I work now is a Brownstone on Fifth Ave.
That's aside, this is my home, not my place of
business."
	Covering her surprise with small talk , Sandy
was stunned by her first real look at Jasmine. 
Standing about 5'9", she had shiny and straight black
hair that was cut short in the front and sides and
tapered in the back like a boy's haircut.  Her eyes
were a soft green and her lips were full and sensual
even without lipgloss.  Clad in a green silk robe,
Sandy could only visualize from memory the body
that had been so exposed by the hooker outfit.
	"I'm so glad that you took me up on my
offer."  Jasmine said as she stepped over to Sandy
and began to carefully unbutton her blouse. "There
aren't many people I invite to my house, thoseare 
the few that I'd like to have as lovers, not clients."  
	Sandy smiled as the last button opened and
her blouse fell away, revealing the red lace bra she
had purchased the day before.  The material barely
covered her small breasts and Jasmine beamed as she
ran her fingers across the half exposed nipples. 
	Sandy closed her eyes as Jasmine drew her
closer for a kiss. She swooned as she felt her lips
against her own, and without looking could tell that
she was undoing the clip of her bra.  The sudden
touch of the chilled air against her now freed breasts
caused her nipples to harder even more. She reached
up and caressed them, lifting them for Jasmine's
approval.
	Smiling at Sandy's offering, Jasmine replaced
the blonde's hands with her own and brought her
mouth down to kiss both breasts. She reached out
with her tongue and let it run across first one nipple,
them another.  Opening her mouth wider, she then
took the entire nipple inside her and began to suck
gently.
	A soft moan emanated from Sandy as she felt
the wetness of Jasmine's mouth on her breast.  She'd
had many men suck at her breasts, but none had ever
felt so good.  For most of the men she had dated, it
was usually just something they had to get out of the
way in order to get to their real objective.  Few had
ever taken to time to explore her breasts and find the
most sensitive spots as Jasmine was now doing. 
Then it occurred to her that Jasmine found those
spots so easily because she knew they would most
likely be the same as her own.  Sandy would have to
test that theory when she got her chance at Jasmine's
much larger breasts.
	While she continued to lick and caress
Sandy's small mounds, the darker skinned woman
slid one hand down the white woman's back and
under the elastic of her red lace panties.  She ran her
long nails across the pale skin of her buttocks, gently
tickling the small opening to her anus. 
	Continuing onward, her fingers slid under
her bottom and rubbed against her clit.  It took but a
second for her to realize that the feel of her cunt was
now different.  The large bush she had felt a day
before was now gone.
	"What do we have here?"  Jasmine asked as
she stopped what she was doing and pulled down
Sandy's panties.
	She bent down and took a long look at the
newly trimmed blond hair and the heart shape it was
now formed into.  Looking up at Sandy, she grinned
and said.
	"I love it, you'll have to tell me where you
had it done."
	Assuring her that she would, Sandy reached
down and gently nudged her closer to her already
wet pussy.
	"Impatient little bitch aren't we?"  Jasmine
asked in mock anger as she felt Sandy's gentle
urging.  "Well I can't say as I blame you. This pussy
looks like its long overdo for a good licking."
	Guiding Sandy over onto the bed, she
motioned for her to lay back and spread her legs.
Once she had a clear view of the dampness already
covering the small blonde hairs, Jasmine reached
down with her tongue and ran it across the length of
her opening.  She repeated that a second and third
time, each time penetrating just a little deeper. 
	Spread out on the white comforter, Sandy
closed her eyes and savored the wet soft touch of
the Puerto Rican woman's tongue.  Like she had on
her breasts a few minutes before, Jasmine seemed to
immediately find all the most  sensitive spots.
	Finally the attention of her talented tongue
began to center on the core of her sexuality. 
Spreading Sandy's legs wide, Jasmine buried her face
between them, sending waves of delight throughout
the smaller woman.  Her tongue was already
covered by a heavy coating of lubricant and she took
a moment to savor the taste.  Deep in her own pussy
she could feel a deep longing for her touch but she
ignored it.  There would be plenty of time to attend
to her own needs later.  Right now she wanted to
attend to Sandy first.
	Sandy's first orgasm erupted so unexpectedly
that Jasmine was caught off guard as her mouth was
filled with girlcum. It had been a long time since
she'd been with a gusher.  In response she pushed
her face ever deeper, and with it her tongue just a
little further up Sandy's love canal. All the while a
carefully placed finger kept a steady vibration
building in her small love button.
	It wasn't long before Sandy's body quaked a
second time.  Now Jasmine was prepared for the
burst of love juice and quickly collected it in her
mouth.  No sooner had Sandy's body stopped
shaking and she opened her mouth to get a full
breath of air when Jasmine was upon her.  The kiss
this time was forceful as her tongue pushed it's way
between her lips.  With it came much of the pussy
juices Jasmine had managed to hold in her mouth.  It
was one of her favorite little tricks, letting a man or
woman experience the taste of their own cum.
	To Sandy's surprise, she enjoyed the taste,
wondering if Jasmine's would taste different. Men
tasted different she knew, but did women?
	Laying alongside her as she recouped from
her double climax, Jasmine ran her hand up and
down Sandy's nude form.  She cupped one of her
breasts and gently kissed the nipple.
	"I hope you enjoyed that."  She whispered.
	"Oh I did......."  Sandy softly answered, but
the unspoken response of her eyes said volumes.
	"But it wasn't exactly what you expected,
right?"
	"I didn't mean that, it was wonderful." Sandy
quickly replied.
	"Don't worry love,"  Jasmine countered with
a wicked grin. "That was just to warm you up, an
icebreaker so to speak. The real entertainment hasn't
even started yet."




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Priorities ....

	A hundred years from now....
	  	 It won't matter how much money I had....
			What kind of house I lived in ....
				Or what kind of car I drove...	

	What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
		Because I was important in the life of a child. 	

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